Chapter 69 (1/2)
Translator: Wawaa
Editor: WilsonWilson
Lara rode on Demian’s horse to the outskirts of the capital to go to the inn that she visited with him a while ago. The inn had a solitary impression, it was located in a remote location and had a shabby exterior. So the only guests were travelers or peddlers taking a break for a while because they did not have the energy to go to the capital at night.
“Is the magic lamp really there? In the basement of the inn?”
“Yeah.”
“What are you going to do if people find out it was there? I can’t believe there’s a magic lamp there… I thought relics like that were all gone a long time ago.”
“The Empire is not an empire for nothing. Being the Crown Prince, he would have no problem in using three or four relics for personal use.”
It was a great shock to Lara to be able to have a conversation with someone far away using a magic lamp. After the disappearance of sorcerers together with God’s power, all magic that was left in Hautean was simple illumination magic─ones that could be made as long as there was the blueprint.
“We need to tell Acerus and the innkeeper that you’re the saintess. Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes, I am.”
Lara was about to tell Demian that it was okay because Crown Prince Acerus was the last human hero, but she quickly shut her mouth. She did not think that Demian needed to know about the terrible future that God had shown her. Instead, she came up with something more pleasant to hear.
“Because he’s someone that you trust.”
“That’s an honor.”
Demian stopped by the blacksmith on the way to buy a new hinge. It was a sturdy hinge that was even well oiled.
“Are you going to fix the door?”
“He threatened to leave once the door fell.”
“I think you’re quite sweet sometimes.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Sometimes, just sometimes.”
“That’s absurd.”
“If the Crown Prince finds out that I’m the saintess, is he going to get mad and order you to bring me to the Empire immediately?”
Demian promised not to take Lara anywhere if she did not want to. So until now, he had not even told Acerus that he had found the saintess.
“He’s going to swear a little bit.”
“What?”
“Just let it slide.”
A cursing Crown Prince. Lara looked like she was about to smile, but she just nodded.
As soon as they arrived at the inn, the innkeeper saw Demian and straight-up frowned. But when he found Lara, he approached her with a kind smile.
“Welcome.”
“Hello.”
“I told you not to pretend to be kind.”
Demian grinned and sat down at the bar. Then, he took out the new hinge and showed it to the innkeeper.
“Gift.”
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“Is that a trap?”
“It’s up to you whatever you want to think it is.”
The innkeeper did not get rid of his doubts about the hinge Demian had bought. Demian took the hinge and threw it onto the counter.
“Fix it now.”
“No.”
“I did my best to buy this…”
“Did you lace it with poison?”
“I didn’t.”
Neither courtesy nor consideration could be found in their conversations. However, there was a friendly feeling to each other in their rough and coarse tones, so Lara just smiled listening to their conversations.
The innkeeper asked Lara.
“Are you hungry?”
“No, I already ate.”
“Then, what brings you here?”
This time, Demian answered his question. He gave a look at the basement and said.
“Turn on the lamp.”
The innkeeper did not say anything for a while. His movements of wiping the table with a dishcloth and tying the loose apron again were very natural.
Demian said again.
“She’s the one whom that playboy is frantically searching for.”
“Are you sure?”
“I swear.”
“On what?”
“My life.”
“Hmm… Follow me.”
The innkeeper led the way. Lara bowed politely to him and went down to the basement.
It was an ordinary basement with piles of potato bags. Demian, who followed Lara down, rolled up his sleeves and moved two potato bags at once to one side. Then he lifted an old lamp in the corner of the basement.
“Gosh, even this kind of thing is happening.”
“Oh well, you live and learn.”
“Shut up.”
The innkeeper clicked his tongue at Demian. Soon, he closed his eyes and chanted a very long spell. They were completely incomprehensible words. It was like a native language from a foreign and distant province. When the innkeeper had finished, the old lamp dimly lit up.
“It’s like magical lighting.”
“It has the same principle.”
Answered the innkeeper.
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The innkeeper glanced at Demian before leaving the basement. When he closed the door and disappeared, Demian shrugged.